📍 Rented House 🏠
📦 Back of the Terrace: a pile of old bricks stacked loosely 🧱
I spotted him — a small green snake 🐍💚
Tucked deep inside the bricks.
Calm. Still. Watching. 👁️
I tried to get him out. But he wouldn’t move.
I didn’t want to hurt him… yet, in a moment of poor judgment 😣 I kicked the bricks — not hard, just enough to shake things.
But it did hurt him. ⚠️💥
We didn’t just leave it there.
Realizing what happened, we called someone 📲 — a local rescuer.
He came, carefully took the snake out, and removed him.
No drama. No fuss.
Yet something didn’t feel right.
⏳ Hours passed… and then it happened.
Not a dream. Not a vision. Not imagination.
I actually connected with the snake.
🧘♂️ Not symbolic. Not subtle. Real.
As real as any conversation.
He responded.
In clear, distinct communication — astrally, but direct.
🗣️ “You hurt me,” he said. “Physically.”
My heart sank. 💔
I told him I didn’t mean to. 🙏
I asked:
“Why were you even up there, on the terrace?”
🐍 “I came through a pipe. From the next house.”
No mysticism in his tone. Just… facts.
No anger either — only clarity.
I apologized again. Truly.
We ended the conversation there. 🕊️
But I still wasn’t at peace.
So I went further.
Not as a ritual — just a personal reach.
To connect with the one I thought governed them…
The Snake Lord, Nagaraj. 🐍👑
I don’t know his true name. I just went with the call.
I thought maybe he’d explain more.
Because some snakes, I believed, weren’t ordinary —
Ancient. Intelligent. Some could even appear human in other realms.
But this time…
🔥 The energy I entered was furious.
The presence didn’t want to talk.
It was charged. Intense.
Like I had crossed a line.
I backed out. Quickly. 🏃♂️💨
No drama. Just: “Not now.”
🎯 Lesson?
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Not every conversation ends with wisdom.
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Not every being is obligated to explain themselves.
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But yes — I did talk to the snake.
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And he talked back. 💚🐍
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